Disclaimer: I don't own the X-File's or Grimm's Fairy tale. But I do own Glynis Scully. Enjoy J

Story Time
By: Lani Mae

Glynis sat on the couch in Dana Scully's apartment surrounded by various piles of papers, books, crumpled paper; many empty Kleenex boxes and an overflowing trash can of tissues. She was sick, very sick. Glynis had already missed 2 days of classes and was working on her third. She had a huge paper due in her criminal justice class and was doing her best to concentrate on her research and formulate a thesis. Dana had gone to work and promised to return with some medicine.
"This sucks," said Glynis. She leaned back on the couch and tried to breath. She was so tired, but had too much to do to take a nap. Glynis felt her eyes begin to close and couldn't fight it any longer. She was almost asleep when she heard the doorknob rattle. She sat straight up, and then held her head as she saw stars. Knowing that her cousin was still at work, since it was the middle of the afternoon, Glynis slowly stood up and went to the closet where Scully kept a baseball bat. Why Scully had a baseball bat, Glynis would never know, but right now she didn't care.
The "intruder" had unlocked the door and was opening it slowly. Glynis could see from her hiding spot a tall man walk into the room. Glynis took as big of a breath as she could, and rushed at the man. She screamed as he caught the bat in his hands and shouted, "Glynis?! What are you doing?" Glynis stared wide-eyed at Fox Mulder. He ripped the bat out of her hands and was about to say something not nice, when he stopped and took a look at her. Glynis had her hair in two long braids and was wearing black sweat pants and a gray FBI t-shirt. She looked paler then normal, except for her red nose from all the tissues, and the dark rings under her eyes. He glanced around the apartment and noticed the mess in the living room with the spot where Glynis had once been sitting.
"We finished our paper work early, and I told Scully I would come over and check on you, while she went and got you some cold medicine," Mulder said rather shortly. This girl really was trying to kill him.
"Oh," was all Glynis could say before she passed out. Cursing, Mulder caught the falling girl, picked her up and brought her into Scully's bedroom and laid her on the bed.
Ten minutes later Glynis was sitting up in the bed with a cup of hot tea and Mulder reading a thermometer.
"102 degrees. No wonder you passed out."
"I'm fine. I just need some rest that's all."
"Right." Mulder took the cup from her and Glynis scooted under the blankets, "You are not to leave this bed under any circumstances."
"But-"
"No but's about it." Mulder sighed. This girl was a pain, even when she was sick. Glynis was just lying there. She sighed, rather audibly, provoking a glance from Mulder.
"Has Scully ever told you about our Snow White x-file?" he asked. Glynis raised her eyebrows and shook her head.
"No. You're not going to tell me a story, are you?"
"Yes. It will help relax you so you'll sleep."
"No way. I'm not a baby!"
"I never said you were a baby. Besides, many adults love to listen to stories. There are story-telling festivals every year in most towns and thousands of people go every year to hear them. One little x-file story will not kill you. It's a fairy tale x-file. I thought girls liked fairy tales." Glynis sighed.
"Alright." Mulder smiled. A sick Glynis was a compliant Glynis.

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Wheatsville, Oklahoma
7:23pm

"Tell me again what we are doing in Small Ville, USA," Scully said, "There can't be an X-File here. There's nothing here but wheat." Mulder glanced out the window and smiled. All that could be seen for miles were golden wheat fields being rippled by the wind.
"On the contrary, there is an X-File here," he replied. Scully raised her eyebrows in disbelief.
"Recently there has been an out break of murder of the most unusual kind. What do you know about Snow White?"
"Snow White? It's a fairy tale, Mulder. It's the story of a princess who eats a poisoned apple her stepmother gives to her. Then a Prince comes, wakens her and they live happily ever after."
"You just gave me the popular Disney version. In Grimm's version, she is killed three times. Once with a corset that crushes her so she can't breath, the second with a poisoned hair comb, and the third with a poisoned apple."
"Let me guess. Two murders, one crushed, the other poisoned."
"Correct, somewhat. Two murders, both crushed. Care to take a stab at what the victims looked like?"
"Pale skin, with black hair."
"Correct." Scully smiled. The two agents remained silent for the rest of the drive. Soon they were pulling into the motel, had gotten two rooms and called the local authorities. Within ten minutes the sheriff of the small Oklahoma town greeted them with a grim smile.
"I'm Sheriff Wiles. I'm afraid there's been another murder. Angelina Bess was 16 years old. She was found in the wheat fields behind her house with a rather large hair comb in her head. Nice, huh? She also came with this letter."
Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest one of all?
Not Angelina.
No prince came for her
Not a one, no one at all.
Scully took the letter from Wiles.
"Any fingerprints?" she asked. Wiles shook his head.
"Our search team couldn't find a thing. It looks like she was taken there and laid out for us to find her."
"Is there any connection with the murder victims?" Scully asked. Sheriff Wiles shook his head, "Only the fact that they are all 16 years of age and have dark brown or black hair. Nothing connects these girls. Only their appearances." The three of them turned to walk towards their cars to head out to the scene of the crime when a red headed deputy came running up to them waving a piece of paper.
"Sheriff!" he called, "We just received this fax!"
"Give me that," Wiles grabbed the paper from his deputy.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest one of all?
She has been revealed to me,
And her knights are here,
Maybe she is Snow White after all.
"If you'll come with me, I'll show you what evidence we have found."
"I wonder what was meant by 'Revealed to me'?" questioned Scully. Silence was the response.

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Outskirts of Wheatsville
11:41pm

A lone figure stood before a mirror in a small cabin. No light source could be found, but the room was lit with an eerie green glow emanating from large ornate mirror.
"Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?" asked a masculine voice.
"Katrina Adams. Katrina Adams is the fairest. She is the one, you'll see. She is the fairest anyone could be," whispered the glowing mirror.
"Of course. She is the one for they have come. Her prince will rescue her for sure." The figure turned then to a large painting on the wall of a medieval women of upper class character.
"I will make her pay, her and her prince for what they have done to you. They will be made to dance in red hot iron shoes just as you were." The picture continued to smile.